Artist: DJ Khaled f/ Busta Rhymes, Fabolous, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Kent Jones
Album:  Major Key
Song:   Don't Ever Play Yourself
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
D-D-DJ Kha...
D-D-DJ Khaled!

[Jadakiss]
AH-HEH! Uhh
Pat them down, count the money, let 'em see the work (yeah)
That's the definition of a major key alert (hah)
Another nigga gotta die, won't be the first (nah)
Won't be the last (uh-uh) all we see is cash (yeah)
Your real story don't match what you rappin' 'bout (liar)
So keep the movies in, stop actin' out (cut)
And I ain't talkin 'bout no watch or no cars neither (uh-uh)
Everything will get copped at Allah's leisure (woo)
Was a crack monster, I had the hard fever (mm)
Switch from the bald head to the dark Caesar (hahahah)
Used to be the capsules now they love the plastics (yeah)
I ain't tryna get caught up in this thug-rap shit (never)
Rather be bumper to bumper in drug traffic (woo)
Cash on deck whenever the plug ask it
You don't sweat the small things, they become drastic (yeah)
Next thing is cremation or a casket (woo)
Fuck fallin' back, I need all of that (gimme)
I need my name in the cocaine almanac (Jada)
Real dope boy put me in the hall of smack (mm)
Went to job interviews, they ain't call us back
Hah, either way I ain't never even (never)
Why do you think the streets love me? I ain't never leave 'em (never)
Heart stops but the words are forever breathin' (forever)
You hatin' cause we the best, find a better reason

[Fabolous]
Look, first thing first, don't ever play yourself (ever)
Oh another thing, I ain't ever play myself (never)
Even when they all changed up, I stayed myself (it's me)
Did what worked for me, then bossed up and paid myself (woo!)
I'm showin' up a K off, gain a Rollie, a day off (chill)
Still got that work, I don't know about no layoffs (nah)
Team still ballin' so I guess we in the playoffs (swish)
Team full of baddies, all my bitches in a slay off (ahh!)
See we be in the party wasted, no part of fake shit (yeah)
Nothin' but love 'round me, Cartier bracelets (oh)
I feel like Frank White walkin' into Arty Clay shit (oh)
You niggas got fat while everybody starved
My city don't sleep, I ain't ever noddin' off
When you're in the Benz, it piss everybody off
So I ain't stall, I do me, I ain't y'all (no)
This New York nigga let 'em hang, giant balls (ah)
Odell Beckham, respect him, you can't check him (you can't)
Blindside hoes hit me when I don't expect 'em (hey bighead)
Then I hit 'em with the curve from the major league (hold up)
Gotta wait your turn, that's a +Major Key+

[Fat Joe]
Mami yellin' I'm the greatest, back to back with the slow cum
In the lane, I got her so strung, I don't even know her
Every night I meet a new wife
Now ask your wife what this dick like
Balmain Joe, every time you see, a nigga flee
Mr. Officer, I was only grabbin' ID
Mami only listen to Romeo
Wild cowboy, I be speakin' through the yayo
Bout to let the cans go, woah
Fuck your bitch and let your mans know, so, yeah
Now it's the Don in the Don, couple laughs in the Uber
Only drivin' Uber cause I'm franchised in Cuba
This is big money talk and you tied to the sideline
Brian Scalabrine, niggas always tryna high five
Gotta stay away from day driftin', all sauce
Every day Vera Wang nigga, cloth talk... {*echoes*}

{"The Conglomerate"}

[Busta Rhymes]
Now I'm takin' over EVERYTHING like that's my callin' (hah)
Wakin' up in pussy like beautiful Sunday mornings
Now we swimmin' in the money like a line of dolphins (hah)
Prepared for the killin' now please line up all of the coffins (closed casket nigga~!)
Think we playin'? Niggas think it's funny? (hahah)
Pop you in your shit brother now make room for the money (MOVE!)
If you don't make room, I'll beat a nigga past painful (hah)
Make a fool of yourself, I'll beat you past shameful (goddamn)
I get this bread and shine like an angel (hah)
One of the last with bars, you niggas BETTER be grateful (thank you so much)
I Diddy bop and drop on you niggas (huh)
I count bread and take it to the top on you niggas (mountain top)
Blah blah blah blah, you sound alike, my niggas (blah blah)
But when I do it, I finesse, I got it locked, my niggas (blocketeer)
I give you new brand shit, FUCK you gon' do? (huh)
And know we love the boom bap, oh yeah we do this too (yeah)
Fuck with the realer side, oh you against us nigga? (hah)
You better run and hide (yeah!) until I'm finished nigga (huh!)
Go play yourself, go weigh yourself and lay yourself dead in a casket
Pray yourself end in a basket, hate yourself cause you ain't ask if
you could possess you a heater or you could be you a leader for the people
You talk a lot, I've seen the truth like Sevyn STREETER!
Don't you ever play yourself... {*echoes*}

[Kent Jones]
I saw a lot of niggas fade out right after I put my tape out
I offered to help you shape up, I see that you'd rather flake out
Sellin' stories on them tracks that nobody can seem to make out
That's why I keep a good head and shoulders to keep all the flakes out
Seen a lot of singles chart on and off durin' the climb up
I bet if I had the clippers, they prolly all had a line up
You worried 'bout your followers, so hurt when I follow up
It's the ones with the most pride end up bein' the swallowers
Fuck a beat for a verse when I could do all three
No pop artist but pop is what you rappers do call me
A lot of washed out niggas tryna find hope and
I'm just tryna raise a son/sun like my blinds' open
I know the hood well but glad I ain't stuck in the streets
I'm pop chartin' but hood niggas got my song on repeat
I'm still loaded with endless ammo up under the seat
I'm playin' hopscotch with all the charts up under my feet
While you do it for the 'Gram, I do it for my Grammy
Fuck a gold trophy, I'm talkin' my mom's mammy
You gotta finish bigger than you start
or fall victim to bent stories you ain't even part of at all
Start from the bottom or, please Lord, don't start at all
I build a ship just to survive my own flood, I feel like Noah
Cause all he had was Little Rocks, an ark, that's all/Arkansas
Road to riches, I'm still in gear while you park your car
Your baby wanna get nailed in the sprinter Lexus
Text back and told her "Please be hammered so you can sex us"
My Armstrong, if Louise see Anna/Louisiana then tell her text us/Texas
And if it's not immediate then don't even send a message
FYI, I'll be free 'round two or three
And two things you gotta be, uhh, New Orleans
I'm an organ donor, I'm alive with no heart in me
So never say my name in vain/vein cause bitch there's no arteries
Jones
Cedrin Wingo 
	
Aug 11
	
to me
When you're in/urine the Benz, it piss everybody off
So I ain't stall, I do me, I ain't y'all (no)
This New York nigga let 'em hang, giant balls (ah)
Odell Beckham, respect him, you can't check him (you can't)
Blindside hoes hit me when I don't expect 'em (hey big head)
Then I hit 'em with the curve from the major league (hold up)
Gotta wait your turn, that's a +Major Key+

[Fat Joe]
Mami yellin' I'm the greatest, back to back with the slow cum
In the lane, I got her so strung, I don't even know her
Every night I meet a new wife
Now ask your wife what this dick like
Balmain Joe, every time you see, a nigga flee
Mr. Officer, I was only grabbin' ID
Mommy only listen to Romeo